Laylia's Viewpoints
Part 5
Resilutions
Laylia heard the bell chim to wake up and rolled out of bed, perfectly confident. She hadn't been attacked by the man in three years. She didn't think he would be back, her work had finally been improved from near zero to almost perfect. She didn't mean to be so...perfect, it was just part of her. She hated it, but she wouldn't be so stupid as to stick a knife in her head just because none of the girls liked her. In fact she didn't have very many friends. She could count the people she trusted on one hand. One finger in fact.
Thom. In the three year sience he had saved her from the last attack by the man they had slowly, okay not quite so slowly, become more than friends. They weren't sleeping with eachother, but they were close. (I mean close in a bonding kind of way. Sick minded people.)
Suddenly she saw blackness spreading out in front of her, a scream was choked back by strong fingers around her throught. "Thought I was gone, didn't you?" asked the man before her. She cried out as his fist collided with her stomach.
Immeditly she staggered. He had made a mistake. He had left her alone while she trained and became stronger than many full grown men, like himself. She spun, her leg sweeping his out from under him. She couldn't see him, but she could sense him. He stood. She felt something hard hit her head, before it was gone. THe next thing she knew, she was hours late for classes and was covered in brusies, alone in her room.
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Laylia rushed into Thom's room, ten minutes later, hugging him around the waist and giving him a quick kiss. He stared into her violet eyes, wanting very much to lose himself in them. Then he reilized something. Laylia's eyes where blue, not violet. They changed shades depending on light and her dress, but they had never been this shade.
"Who are you?" he asked, now slightly angry.
She sat down at his desk, her head in her hands. Blonde curls went straight, and black. When she looked up, Thom reilized it was Emma of Silvertree.
"You have to tell me what went on with Laylia three years ago. She dissapered again yesterday. That king suspects her of terson." she said, frightened at being caught.
"I can't tell you. I won't betray-" he wass cut off by a knock on the door and Laylia's voice calling, "Thom, Thom! I'm back, Thom!"
"Don't answer it." Said Emma, fortunally for Thom, Laylia decided he was taking to much time answering the door, and let herself in.
He had been standing near the door, so she quickly caught him up in a kiss. When they had broken apart, she sayed in his arms for a moment, trembling visably from head to foot, both because of Thom and the pain that had washed over her sience yesterday, when she had come out of the blackness. Finally she asked, "Why is there a hatstand sitting at your desk?"
"Emma, if your going to get information, you play by my rules, show yourself." He ordered.
Emma appered. Laylia, seeing her there, took it completly wrong and stepped away from Thom. "Thom?" she asked, her voice quavering.
"No, no! It's nothing like that!" He cried, rilizing how it looked.
"Laylia. Where were you yesterday?" Asked Emma, no emotion betrayed in her voice.
"In my room." She repiled quite truthfully.
"If you were in you rooms, we would have found you when we serched them." She said.
"I was. Next time I go missing, check to coner, between the end of my bed and the wall." He voice sounded slightly frightened.
"We would have seen you, unless of course you reduced yourself to the size of a mouse." She said.
"Not if I was invisable."
"You are an Enchantress, not a spy mage. You cannot make yourself invisable." Emma was begining to think this girl had lost her mind. Invisable indeed!
"I can't, but someone else can! I can prove it too! Your sister Emila found shadows of magic on me."
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"Persenting Lord Medris of Malvan." Cried the crier to the room of nobles. Laylia, hearing this, stoped in her tracks. Malven? Ralon of Malven. The name rang in her mind. Where was it from?
Laylia and the rest of the squires were serving at a banqute, as part of their equtique training. As this was Laylia's best class, she decided to work harder at her other subjects. Mannerisims came naturally to her, her father had insisted she learn them at a young age, after her mother had died, and she had become hostess.
She glanced over at Thom's aunt. She had only found out yesterday that Amice was related to Thom, his father was her brother. When she had first come to the palace, she had wanted to become friends with the girls, not enough to trigger her magic, because she had Thom, but still. Now it seemed almost as though she didn't want to be friends with them. She wouldn't mind, but it wasen't as importent as it had been. She needed to prove she could do this on her own.
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Thom led Laylia to the lesser libary that had long ago been claimed for the famed study group. "Where are we going?" she asked, her voice slightly muffeled by the scarf round her head.
"You'll see."
The talking stopped abruptly as they walked in. Laylia noticed. "Thom, what are we doing here?" she muttered, taking the scarf off and her eyes down.
"Can we help you?" Asked the fair haired boy.
"Yes," said Thom boldly, "we would like to study with you." And with that he sat, ignoring the half silent protests of the knights to be around them. Laylia shook her head, turning to leave.
"Thom, thank you, for being so kind, but you should know by now that I don't stay were I'm not wanted." She started toward the door.
"Wait." said the girl the others adored, Amice. "We haven't been very kind, study with us. Consider yourself wanted."
And with that, ice was broken between two girls fighting for the same cause. They didn't become great friends, but friends all the same.
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Laylia watched the roof of her room as she thought of Emma's warning. Treson? How could the king, the one she wanted so much to serve, think that? She would have to tell Emma everything. Laylia knew that, and it scared her.
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Part 5
Resilutions
Laylia heard the bell chim to wake up and rolled out of bed, perfectly confident. She hadn't been attacked by the man in three years. She didn't think he would be back, her work had finally been improved from near zero to almost perfect. She didn't mean to be so...perfect, it was just part of her. She hated it, but she wouldn't be so stupid as to stick a knife in her head just because none of the girls liked her. In fact she didn't have very many friends. She could count the people she trusted on one hand. One finger in fact.
Thom. In the three year sience he had saved her from the last attack by the man they had slowly, okay not quite so slowly, become more than friends. They weren't sleeping with eachother, but they were close. (I mean close in a bonding kind of way. Sick minded people.)
Suddenly she saw blackness spreading out in front of her, a scream was choked back by strong fingers around her throught. "Thought I was gone, didn't you?" asked the man before her. She cried out as his fist collided with her stomach.
Immeditly she staggered. He had made a mistake. He had left her alone while she trained and became stronger than many full grown men, like himself. She spun, her leg sweeping his out from under him. She couldn't see him, but she could sense him. He stood. She felt something hard hit her head, before it was gone. THe next thing she knew, she was hours late for classes and was covered in brusies, alone in her room.
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Laylia rushed into Thom's room, ten minutes later, hugging him around the waist and giving him a quick kiss. He stared into her violet eyes, wanting very much to lose himself in them. Then he reilized something. Laylia's eyes where blue, not violet. They changed shades depending on light and her dress, but they had never been this shade.
"Who are you?" he asked, now slightly angry.
She sat down at his desk, her head in her hands. Blonde curls went straight, and black. When she looked up, Thom reilized it was Emma of Silvertree.
"You have to tell me what went on with Laylia three years ago. She dissapered again yesterday. That king suspects her of terson." she said, frightened at being caught.
"I can't tell you. I won't betray-" he wass cut off by a knock on the door and Laylia's voice calling, "Thom, Thom! I'm back, Thom!"
"Don't answer it." Said Emma, fortunally for Thom, Laylia decided he was taking to much time answering the door, and let herself in.
He had been standing near the door, so she quickly caught him up in a kiss. When they had broken apart, she sayed in his arms for a moment, trembling visably from head to foot, both because of Thom and the pain that had washed over her sience yesterday, when she had come out of the blackness. Finally she asked, "Why is there a hatstand sitting at your desk?"
"Emma, if your going to get information, you play by my rules, show yourself." He ordered.
Emma appered. Laylia, seeing her there, took it completly wrong and stepped away from Thom. "Thom?" she asked, her voice quavering.
"No, no! It's nothing like that!" He cried, rilizing how it looked.
"Laylia. Where were you yesterday?" Asked Emma, no emotion betrayed in her voice.
"In my room." She repiled quite truthfully.
"If you were in you rooms, we would have found you when we serched them." She said.
"I was. Next time I go missing, check to coner, between the end of my bed and the wall." He voice sounded slightly frightened.
"We would have seen you, unless of course you reduced yourself to the size of a mouse." She said.
"Not if I was invisable."
"You are an Enchantress, not a spy mage. You cannot make yourself invisable." Emma was begining to think this girl had lost her mind. Invisable indeed!
"I can't, but someone else can! I can prove it too! Your sister Emila found shadows of magic on me."
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"Persenting Lord Medris of Malvan." Cried the crier to the room of nobles. Laylia, hearing this, stoped in her tracks. Malven? Ralon of Malven. The name rang in her mind. Where was it from?
Laylia and the rest of the squires were serving at a banqute, as part of their equtique training. As this was Laylia's best class, she decided to work harder at her other subjects. Mannerisims came naturally to her, her father had insisted she learn them at a young age, after her mother had died, and she had become hostess.
She glanced over at Thom's aunt. She had only found out yesterday that Amice was related to Thom, his father was her brother. When she had first come to the palace, she had wanted to become friends with the girls, not enough to trigger her magic, because she had Thom, but still. Now it seemed almost as though she didn't want to be friends with them. She wouldn't mind, but it wasen't as importent as it had been. She needed to prove she could do this on her own.
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Thom led Laylia to the lesser libary that had long ago been claimed for the famed study group. "Where are we going?" she asked, her voice slightly muffeled by the scarf round her head.
"You'll see."
The talking stopped abruptly as they walked in. Laylia noticed. "Thom, what are we doing here?" she muttered, taking the scarf off and her eyes down.
"Can we help you?" Asked the fair haired boy.
"Yes," said Thom boldly, "we would like to study with you." And with that he sat, ignoring the half silent protests of the knights to be around them. Laylia shook her head, turning to leave.
"Thom, thank you, for being so kind, but you should know by now that I don't stay were I'm not wanted." She started toward the door.
"Wait." said the girl the others adored, Amice. "We haven't been very kind, study with us. Consider yourself wanted."
And with that, ice was broken between two girls fighting for the same cause. They didn't become great friends, but friends all the same.
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Laylia watched the roof of her room as she thought of Emma's warning. Treson? How could the king, the one she wanted so much to serve, think that? She would have to tell Emma everything. Laylia knew that, and it scared her.
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